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Chapter 12

Galadriel's grin reflected how she felt inside. She loved how things were playing now, especially how fast the pieces were crumbling on top of each other. Now, she only needed to wait and see who would dare to start a domino effect upon Westeros. Galadriel hummed deeply, knowing full well that word of Catelyn's foolish endeavor had reached everyone in Westeros. Tywin Lannister would do his best and remind everyone that Lannisters always pay their debts. That's what Galadriel expected of her beloved grandfather.

Still, Galadriel would like to know where to go now. There were many possibilities in the making and many ways to go around. Galadriel had to admit that she had not had this much fun since the last war, but now it would be on a much bigger scale. First, Galadriel would bet that both Lion and Wolf would be at each other throats. But it would not take time before others take a cue and use this conflict to create their own agenda. Second, if Galadriel's plan goes accordingly, Renly would push forward his coronation. Although, if she was honest, Galadriel believes Renly hasn't thought of it yet. At least not at that point. Loras would definitely whisper the thoughts of it to Renly.

I hope it doesn't come to the point where I would have to kill him. He's too fabulous to die.

Galadriel thought as well about her dear uncle Stannis. He has yet to reply to the letters of the small council. But she knows that currently. Stannis seemed to be quite devoted to a newfound religion. Galadriel did not know what to make of it. So far, Stannis hasn't done much but allow that Red priestess to pray to the so-called Lord of Light and other weird stuff. Stannis didn't seem to be the type of man who would be a religious one, but stranger things had happened so far. Galadriel would keep an eye on him, but she would just wait. Also, she was curious to see this red priestess. That woman may be useful in the future.

Ned Stark was going around, acting as a detective and slowly burying himself alive. Not surprised there.

Cersei has been very quiet lately, and so was Joffrey.

Joffrey's silence has been interesting. He's like a kid trying to pretend he has done nothing wrong. But with my mother beside him all day, telling him how he would make for a great king. I doubt things will end nicely for everyone.

Galadriel knows that Joffrey will try to kill her when he gets crowned. Not that it would happen, of course. But that was the main idea of her dear beloved brother.

Many things and many people were trying to outdo each other. But the one with the power to create chaos completely was Robert himself. He was the one whose actions would lead to either death or peace. A funny thought since Galadriel wasn't the one who would do anything about it. No, she would just see what road everyone takes and enjoy the mayhem it would bring.

Life was starting now. However, Galadriel still wonders what role she should play.

"I would like to go out of King's Landing for a while to see the madness first hand. As well as to make everyone hate Joffrey."

Galadriel's evil smirk appeared. Now, Galadriel wondered if she should create a scene in which she would have to escape King's Landing because her evil brother wanted to kill her. Then, everyone would see the monster he was and how she was the only one who could save the Seven Kingdoms. No the Tyrell or the Lannister. The Baratheons brothers, or anyone else. No, only her.

Galadriel would also love to make the people of King's Landing suffer. She would send agents to burn the new farms in the Crowlands and the supplies. Then hunger would make the peasants mad, she has seen it, and it would be glorious. Of course, she would also use her spies to blame Joffrey and other people. But nevertheless, Galadriel would be the hero that would come to save the day.

Galadriel could already see it in future history books. The princess, who was in the middle of King's Landing madness and war, was able to escape her brother's assasinated attempt with a few loyal servants. Then as war rages across Westeros, she finds her way back. Uniting the houses under her name against her tyrant brother to bring peace to the Seven Kingdoms. A sort of movie. It sounds incredibly entertaining to her.

"Best actress? Me. Best director? Me!"

Galadriel chuckled, enjoying what could be a great and amusing endeavor. After all, she has played the role of the innocent little princess just to mess with people and to have fun. That's all Galadriel desired, just fun, chaos, and madness. Otherwise, her life would be too monotonous.

"Mm, besides, I would like to adventure outside these walls. I do miss the days of exploring in Yggdrasil."

Galadriel sighed deeply as she soon heard Mya knocking on the door.

"My princess, the king has requested your presence in the Small Council chamber."

Galadriel hummed deeply. Finally. She thought, remembering the whole plot against Daenerys Targaryen. That was just another thing she must deal with or not. Galadriel would leave that girl be for the time being. She was curious about her and would like to know if she survived another year.

"I am coming."

Galadriel looked at herself in the mirror for one last time. She wanted to make sure her demonic grin had disappeared. It's hard to pretend you're an angel when you're a sadistic demon. She hummed happily as she left her room. It was time for her to seed chaos.

"The whore is pregnant."

Robert hissed angrily, barely keeping his temper under control. Everyone in the small council could sense the tension between Ned Stark and Robert Baratheon. They were just glaring at each other with cold eyes.

"You're speaking of murdering a child," Ned replied, not showing fear in his eyes. If Galadriel could say, Ned seemed to be begging Robert not to go with it. A last one call of mercy. Galadriel felt something was a mist. Something in Ned Stark's eyes made her feel like he was doing this for another purpose. Not because of his honor. But because the girl was perhaps more than just an exiled princess.

Interesting.

"I warned you this would happen. Back in the North, I warned you!" Robert stated, raising his voice louder. "But you didn't care to hear. Well, hear it now. I want their death. Both mother and child. And that fool Viserys as well. Is that plain enough for you?"

Robert's words carried some anger never seen before by Galadriel. She has met Robert when he's angry, but never this cold fury, with hissing words and a red face. It would have been an amusing sight before. But now, Galadriel saw how deep the hatred for everything Targaryen goes.

"You will dishonor yourself forever if you do this," Ned said, trying again to call for his old friend's sense of honor. But it wasn't there. It has never been there.

"Honor?!" Robert exclaimed. "I've got Seven Kingdoms to rule! One king, Seven Kingdoms! Do you think honor keeps them in line?! Do you think it's honor that keeps the peace?! It's fear! Fear and blood!"

Galadriel couldn't truly blame her father for thinking in such a way. Not entirely, after all. That line of thought carries a sense of truth. But then again, fear and blood only get you so far. Eventually, fear becomes anger. And when the powerless figure out that they hold power, everything changes. Robert and some of the other Targaryen kings never learned. Fear and blood dry quicker in the face of those who fear not to droop blood for freedom.

Or something like that. Galadriel thought while hearing the shouting of her father.

"Then we're no better than the Mad King!"

"Careful, Ned! Careful now!"

Galadriel would have laughed at the fact that Robert was now offended to be compared to the Mad King. Quite ironic as well.

"You want to assassinate a girl because the Spider heard a rumor?"

"No rumor, my lord. The princess is with child," Varys declared, trying to defend his source of information.

Galadriel now wondered if one of the plots of Varys was out of the window. Daenerys Targaryen wasn't the only pawn in the hands of Varys and his friends. So far, Galadriel also knows about the supposed son of Rhaegar Targaryen. The heir to the Iron Throne who miraculously survived the horrible night when the Lannister soldiers sacked King's Landing. And now, he was living across the Narrow Sea, waiting a moment to claim what belonged to him.

Galadriel was almost certain that the boy was a Blackfyre in disguise. It would be quite funny, like a sick joke, if the boy in question did not know he was a Blackfyre and truly believed he was Rhaegar Targaryen's son. Either way, Galadriel was sure Varys would choose who to support when the time came. Daenerys Targaryen was expendable as of now. Not worth risking his life for. But that could change in the near future.

"Do nothing?! That's your wise advice?!"

Galadriel seemed to have lost track of time while thinking and was now in the middle of the big argument coming to an end.

"Do nothing till our enemies are on our shores?!" Robert was about to blow up, that much Galadriel was sure.

"You're my council. Counsel! Speak sense to this honorable fool."

Then, each member council started to give their opinions, and one after another agreed that it was better to be safe than sorry. Each for a different reason, but it was as if they knew that in the great scheme. The death of one girl was better than the death of thousands. Although Galadriel knew they couldn't be careless about innocent people dying.

Then, Ned glanced at her with some linger of hope in his eyes. He wanted her to speak sense to his father. Galadriel thought as much. However, she had a role to play and a fun one. So, she just looked down, refusing to meet his eyes. Faking shame for what she thought would be a better outcome than war.

Hey, don't look at me. All of you are crazy. Galadriel thought, hoping it would be the end of that. Yet, Ned just sighed deeply before staring at Robert one more time.

"I followed you into war... twice," Ned approached the king, facing Robert face to face. And that was something Galadriel could respect from Ned Stark. He wasn't afraid of her father like many would. Galadriel glanced and could see the pain inside her father's eyes. A strange expression of anger and shame. That was something she had never seen in her father. Not since that night when he came to her rescue.

"Without second thoughts. But I will not follow you now. The Robert I grew up with didn't tremble at the shadow of an unborn child."

There were a few moments of silence in the small council chamber. Galadriel just stared at both men. Robert and Ned glared at each other. And she could see it, clear as day, who was the better man.

"She dies."

Robert whispered with a threatening tone.

"I will have no part in it."

"You're the King's Hand, Lord Stark. You'll do as I command, or I'll find me a Hand who will."

Ned seemed to have everything he needed. All the answers and more. He just looked at Robert one more time before nodding. He then took his badge and threw it on the table.

"And good luck to him. I thought you were a better man."

That hit some nerve, and Robert did what he knew best. His fist slammed the table, and he glared at his old friend.

"Out. Out, damn you. I'm done with you."

Galadriel has never seen her father this angry. But again, the lingers of hurt were on his face, hiding the fury in his eyes.

"Go, run back to Winterfell! I'll have your head on a spike! I'll put it myself, you fool! Do you think you're too good for this?! Too proud and honorable! This is a war!"

Robert lashed out with anger and pain as he watched his only friend turn his back on him. No one dared to say anything. All just kept quiet, hearing the barrages of insults coming from the king's mouth.

"Father," Galadriel whispered, which seemed to do the trick as Robert stared at her.

"I'll... I will not put your throne in danger."

Galadriel, just like everyone there, just then quickly stared at him. That was a shocking announcement to make in the heat of a tantrum.

"Varys, do it. Kill the girl and the child... I will not leave my daughter against a Dothraki horde."

Robert grumbled as he stood and walked away. Surely, to drink himself to sleep. However, Robert's words would have consequences. Galadriel smirked internally. Robert was truly a wildcard. A question mark. It was hard to predict what a man like him would do. Yet, it always proves amusing and entertaining. Galadriel didn't have to do anything but act shocked. Hoping her reaction would make waves.

Now, let's see what they do with this revelation. Galadriel wondered what her mother would say once she knew what happened there. Only time will tell.

The few people who knew about what Robert said during his rampage were few, but the power they held brought so many assets to the game. And they all wanted to do more and be more. A few of them were still trying to figure out how to proceed. And some others were still trying to figure things out. One of them was Renly Baratheon. The youngest of the Baratheon brothers and clearly the most popular of all. At least when it comes to the smallfolk.

"Ned Stark's lucky to have his head."

Renly's thoughts were interrupted by his lover, Loras, who was sure to shave him nicely, for him, of course. Yet, he smiled sweetly at him. Renly sighed deeply, remembering what had taken place not too long ago.

"Robert will rant for a few days, but he won't do anything. He loves the man."

"You're jealous," Loras said, and Renly scoffed. But he couldn't deny it. Renly did try to get closer to Robert. He did his best to appease him, to make him happy. He doesn't remember much of his childhood. But, Renly does recall how much he admired his older brother. How could he not? Robert was strong, popular, and a young warrior who became king for Renly. Robert was everything he wanted to be. But no matter how much he tried. They couldn't get close.

Yet, for some reason. Ned Stark could do so without much problem and for a short period. Renly did grow jealous of him. But that was in the past. Now, Renly was different, and while he still held his brother dear and hoped for Robert to recognize him as a man. Renly would not shed a tear if he died.

"I am not jealous," Renly scoffed. "Focus on that little knife. I don't want to get hurt."

Loras rolled his eyes. "Only if I slip."

"And you prefer me like this?" Renly asked, a bit annoyed at the sensation of Loras' shaving.

"I do."

"If you want hairless, you should find a little boy," Renly stated, sniffing at the irritation on his skin.

"I want you."

Loras' smile was enough to ease Renly's concern. But it also brought some insecurities to him. "My brother thinks anyone who hasn't been to war isn't a man."

Renly stated, watching years of trying to get some manly chest hair gone.

"He treats me as if I was a spoiled child!"

Loras just scoffed at the cries of his love. Renly, however, noticed that and glared at him. "And you're not?! Loras Tyrell, the Knight of the Flowers? How many wars have you fought in? Oh, how much did your father spend on your armor?"

Loras chuckled at his childish behavior of Renly. "Hold still."

"All I hear from Robert and Stannis is how I'm not tough enough. How I squirm at the sight of blood."

"Uh, if I remember correctly, you did vomit when that boy's eye was knocked out in the melee."

"His eye was dangling out of the damn socket!"

"He shouldn't have entered the melee if he didn't know how to fight."

Renly scoffed. "Easy for you to say. Not everyone is such a gifted swordsman."

"I am not gifted. I practiced. Hard, every day to become this good."

Renly was having problems hearing that but just nodded.

"So, how did it end up? The Targaryen girl will die?"

"It needs to be done, unpleasant as it is."

"Anything else?" Loras asked, watching Renly's gestures as he continued his shaving.

Renly remained silent for a few seconds, not knowing how to reply. "Robert seems to be making Galadriel the heir to the throne."

Loras stopped shaving as he stared at him. "The princess? Truly?"

"Well, it was more in the heat of the moment. I would like to know if Robert would actually announce it. Maybe he will not. But I had to admit. Galadriel would be a better ruler than Joffrey. Gods save us if he becomes king."

Loras hummed deeply. "She's quite good at the administration thing. And is popular with smallfolk."

"And smart, too," Renly added. "To the administration stuff. I swear I don't know how her mind works. Those numbers, every day. I would have been driven mad by it."

"Do you know who should be king?" Loras whispered in Renly's ear, staring at him for a few seconds.

"Be serious now."

"I am serious. My father could be your bank. I've never fought in a war, but I'd fight for you."

"I am not near close to the line of succession!"

"Where was Robert in the line of royal succession?"

"Joffrey is a monster. Tommen is a child."

"Stannis? He is my older brother."

"Stannis has the personality of a lobster."

"And Galadriel? My niece?" Renly whispered, and Loras then stopped.

"She loves you. You can convince her to give you the throne if it comes to that. You know that Westeros would never approve of a Queen. We can arrange something. I'll tell my grandmother."

"I don't know..."

"Look, my sister has told me about the princess... leaning into women. We could... arrange something with her. You could marry Margaery and have a few children. Then, Galadriel could spend her nights with Margaery and you with me. Everyone would be happy like that."

Loras stared at Renly, smiling and pouring into his mind images of him wearing a crown.

"The people love you too. They want you as their king."

Renly's dream where now of him sitting on the Iron Throne, all tall and mighty. It was a good image to him. A good way to set his name in history. Renly now needed to prepare.

Galadriel has been listening closely to what's going around King's Landing lately. Especially in the last hours. Everyone seemed in a hurry. Ned Stark has been quite active and desperate to go back home. But more importantly, he truly wanted to move before things exploded. Everyone in the small council has delayed the capture of Tyrion Lannister to the king. It was a rare move, but Galadriel thinks it was a calculated move. Regardless of reasons, Galadriel smiled brightly at the sight of Ned Stark entering the brothel.

"He truly fell for Baelish's scheming."

She whispered with a disappointing sigh. Men like Ned Stark were too honorable for King's Landing. They just weren't made for the snake's pit. They were easily controlled or killed. Yet, Galadriel didn't like watching a man like him being guided to his doom. After all, a long time ago. Galadriel did love a man like Ned Stark.

Touch-Me was her first love, a person she cherished with all her heart. It never became more than a platonic relationship for either of them. Galadriel knew Touch-Me was happily married. But still, she was just happy to be near him. The Warden of the North reminded her of Touch-Me. Not necessarily a carbon copy or anything like that. But they do share a resemblance that she couldn't evade noticing. However, love wasn't in her vocabulary, not now. Galadriel was too detached from it. Still, the question remains.

What could she do?

Ned Stark would surely try to make peace in some way. Would it make it better? Hard to say. If Robert died, it would only be Ned Stark alone, trying to keep things together. And that wasn't going to last.

Nevertheless, Galadriel also knew that Baelish wanted Ned dead. A childish and petty revenge of sorts, no doubt. But if Galadriel thought about it. Ned surviving would surely make Baelish angry and frustrated. That would be fun to see. Of course, it has yet to happen. She would watch for now.

"Your highness?"

Galadriel turned around and saw Gendry and Mya behind her. It was weird seeing only the three of them. Margaery and Arianne were busy as of now, writing letters, no doubt awaiting for words of their families. They were all preparing for the upcoming conflict. Yet, Galadriel was ahead of them.

"I needed to go out of the Red Keep," Galadriel replied. "A breath of fresh air."

"But here? We are almost close to the brothel," Mya stated warningly, sneering at some smallfolk around her.

"We have siblings there, isn't it? How many are there?" Galadriel asked innocently, but a part of her truly wondered how many of her father's bastards were living in King's Landing. Truly, she suspected that her father had surpassed the Aegon, the Unworthy bastard count. Maybe, she doesn't know. But she wouldn't be surprised if he did.

Gendry snorted. "Hard to say. I think there are nine living there. In Baelish's brothel. I have met a few."

"Visiting a brothel, brother? Really?" Mya teased, and Gendry rolled his eyes.

"I help in some stuff, you know? Our beloved sister here wants me to check them out once in a while. To see if they are healthy. Also, I was curious to see them. Mostly children. Babies, still young to walk on their own."

"Well, we can't argue that we have a big family," Mya grumbled.

"That we do."

Galadriel noticed the Lannister's soldier moving on and smiled as she saw her dear uncle looking for Ned Stark. No doubt, things were heating up now. Ned still looking for Robert's bastards, trying to find an answer for his old mentor's death and slowly catching up to the real dark secret in King's Landing. However, if Jaime killed Ned Stark, that would be an incredibly stupid idea. Especially now, if Jaime killed the Warden of the North, that sealed Tyrion's fate.

And she liked her uncle Tyrion.

"Are those Lannister's soldiers?" Gendry asked, frowning at the sight.

"Yeah... and that was my uncle here. What was he doing here?" Galadriel added, faking surprise.

"Your highness, this could turn serious."

Galadriel quickly moved towards where Ned and Jaime were soon to clash. She wasn't going to miss that match.

Soon, they approached Baelish's brothel and saw the Lannisters' soldier pointing their lances at the few Stark men. Jaime had a cooky grin on his face. But there was danger lurking behind those green eyes of his. Jaime's gestures as he clutched his truly made things tense. He was, after all. There wasn't anyone who could beat him in a straight fight. Maybe, one.

"Come Stark, I'd rather you die sword in hand," Jaime threatened.

"If you threaten my lord again-"

"Threaten? As in, "I'm going to open your lord from balls to brains and see what Starks are made of?" Every time, Jaime mocked the Warden of the North. Ned only grew quieter. Something was unnerving about Ned Stark when he was silent. Jaime knew it and was aware of it. But he was too arrogant to even pay attention to it.

"If you kill me, your brother is a dead man," Ned replied quietly.

"You're right," Jaime said. "Take him alive. Kill his men."

Then an onslaught took place. Everything happened so fast for people who were not fighters. Lord Stark's men were easily cut down. It wasn't even fair of a fight. They were outnumbered and taken by surprise. Still, lord Stark showed why he was a veteran of war. And swinging his Valyrian great sword, he attacked multiple Lannister soldiers, quickly killing two. Jaime saw an opportunity and promptly struck him with his own sword. Both blades hit each other, making a loud sound.

Then, Jaime swung around, moving quickly and with grace and arrogance. Ned, for his part, remains cool under pressure and evades the Kingslayer attacks. Jaime's smirk was bright and wild. It seemed as if he had been waiting for this change so long that Galadriel wondered why that reason would be.

Ned wasn't a simple opponent, and while he wasn't as good as Jaime. Lord Stark's experienced spoke loudly. He moved with calculating swiftness, and like a wolf, each movement could be the last one for Jaime.

It was entertaining to see, no doubt, for everyone that was. Galadriel only hummed, watching the fight. It was clear that Ned Stark was quite the fighter, but there was an advantage going slowly toward Jaime.

If I don't do something, Jaime could kill him.

Galadriel became bigger and rushed towards the battle, like a drama queen. Gendry and Mya reacted quickly and followed her.

"Your highness!"

"Galadriel, stop!"

Galadriel's approach wasn't expected, especially when she started to yell for her uncle to stop.

"Uncle! Please stop!" Galadriel exclaimed dramatically. But as she was running towards them, like an actress in a tv drama, she felt like she had stepped over something mushy and stinky. Galadriel paled at the sensation, and everyone mistook her expression of disgust and horror for fear as she was surrounded by dead men.

"P-please...! P-p-please stop!" Galadriel whimpered loudly as tears were visible for everyone to see. There, the beloved princess stood, and no one dared to move a finger.

"My princess," Ned whispered with guilt and worry.

Are you fucking kidding me?! I step over horse shit! Galadriel hides her disgust by looking at the scene before her.

Jaime frowned at her, surprised to see her there. "Stay away, niece! You can get hurt."

"Uncle, please stop this madness," Galadriel implored and used her best puppy eyes and trembling lips to make everyone look at her and stop doing what they were doing. Also, she was incredibly uncomfortable with the warm feeling of horse poop on her feet. It didn't matter that she was a level 100 Demonic entity and holder of a World title and World Item. Poop was poop.

Ned and Jaime stop fighting at the sight of the princess's tears.

I hate my life... I hate my life. Galadriel truly hated the feeling, but she held it together.

Jaime couldn't continue the fight, and neither could Ned. Both just stood there, but the tension was still palpable.

"I want my brother, lord Stark..."

Jaime hissed as he then approached his niece. "Come, my niece. I'll take you to your mother."

Jaime and the rest of the Lannister left, leaving Ned Stark behind and an incredibly frustrated Baelish, who watched everything from far away. Things were only starting now.

"You have any idea of what you and your wife have done?! The danger you put my daughter?!" Cersei hissed like a wild animal, glaring with poisonous eyes at Ned, who remained stoic and calm, all things considered.

"She did nothing I did not command," Ned replied.

"Who'd have thought she had it in her?" Robert said, still very confused about the things that had transpired.

"By what right dare you lay hands on my blood?" Cersei would have killed Ned if she had a weapon that Robert was sure of. Still, he was having a hard time understanding what was happening.

"I am the King's hand-!"

"You were the King's hand!"

Robert's hangover was still lingering in his head, and the bittering of Cersei and Ned didn't make it better.

"Both of you shut your mouths!" He yelled angrily. "Catelyn will release Tyrion, and you will make peace with Jaime."

"He butchered my men," Ned hissed.

"Lord Stark was returning drunk from a brothel when his men attacked Jaime," Cersei declared viciously, with a smirk on her face. It was at that moment that Robert knew she was lying. If Ned was another man, he might believe it. But not him. Never him.

"Jaime has fleed the city, give me leave to bring him to justice," Ned stated, looking at Robert directly into his eyes. The king took a deep breath, wondering what to do with the entire mess.

"I took you for a king," Cersei was now angry that no one was paying attention to her. She glared at her husband, almost wishing to spit on him.

"Hold your tongue," Robert hissed, now glaring at her.

"He's attacked one of my brothers and abducted the other. He put my daughter in danger, your daughter. I should wear the armor and you the gown."

Robert snapped back at her, slapping her cheekbones hard. Cersei's stunned face was surprising, yet, she was too proud to show anything else but anger and humiliation. No, Cersei would not give Robert satisfaction at all. She just smiled at him. "I shall wear this like a badge of honor."

"Wear it in silence, or I'll honor you again."

Cersei glared at him once more before slamming the door behind them. Robert just sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking a sip of leftover wine.

"You see what she does to me? My dear wife?" Robert muttered, realizing what he had done. "I should not have hit her. That was not kingly."

"If we don't act, there will be a war," Ned whispered, making Robert scoff.

"So, tell your wife to return the imp, or Tywin Lannister will ravish the entirety of the Riverlands. He has sent ravens already. He's preparing to march to war. Put an end to it."

"I shall leave then."

"No, piss on that; send a raven a put an end to it."

"And what about Jaime Lannister?"

"What do you want me to do?! Send an executioner and kill him? Send him to the wall?! His bloody father will not have it! You kill his men too. I can't rule the Seven Kingdoms if the Starks and Lannister are at each other throats. So, enough. You hear? Enough!"

Ned didn't reply, hating the fact that he agreed with Robert. Tywin would never allow his heir to be executed or sent to the wall.

"I want you here, Ned. I'm the king. I get what I want."

Robert took a big sip of his wine, hissing, and feeling so stressed. There was no more he wanted to do but to hit something. Still, he sighed again and let everything calm down. Robert glanced at the window for a few seconds, leaving Ned alone with his thoughts.

"I never loved my brothers. A sad thing for a man to admit, but it's true. You're the brother I chose."

Robert then gave Ned the insignia of the Hand of the King for one last time.

"We'll talk when I return from the hunt."

"Hunt?"

"I need to kill something to clear my mind. Galadriel will be in charge while I am gone, and you will help her. Understood?"

"The Targaryen girl-!"

"Seven hells! Don't start with her again; that business it's over, you hear? It's done. The girl will die. Put on the badge, and if you take it off again. I swear to the Mother, I'll pin the damned thing on Jaime Lannister."

Ned only stared at the ugly thing and wondered if things would have been better if he had stayed in Winterfell.

Only the Old Gods know.

Joffrey Baratheon hissed angrily, making a tantrum in his room, trashing the around angrily.

"She will sit on the throne again?! Again?!"

Joffrey couldn't believe that his father would give his sister the responsibility of the king, to her, just like many times before when he went out hunting. Joffrey still didn't believe when his mother told him that his sister was just making sure to run his kingdom and not more. Everyone was a fool, but not him. Joffrey knows Galadriel would usurp his birthright. She wanted to crown for herself, and Joffrey would not allow it. Never.

"My prince, the Master of Coin, has arrived."

"Let him in," Joffrey replied to his guard, and soon enough, Baelish entered the room with his typical smile. Already knowing why he was called there.

"My prince, what can I do for you?" Baelish asked with a sultry tone of voice.

"Baelish, I have heard you're a man with... a far reach and capable hands."

Baelish's arrogant smirk became wider, enjoying the pleasantry of the prince's words.

"I may have a few talents to search talent across Westeros and beyond."

"I have heard," Joffrey replied as he tried to sound smart and capable. Baelish knew he wasn't either of those.

"That's why I wanted to acquire something from you. A later and an opportunity to help your future king."

Joffrey's vicious smirk was quite the sight for Littlefinger but one he expected from a cruel child.

"And what can I offer to my future king?" Littlefinger questioned, not showing his true intentions known.

Joffrey only smiled at him, thinking he already had everything planned out.

"I want my sister's death."

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